"Intelligence is a pseudoscience."read this somewhere, like it,so wrote it down here. don't ask why. there are no whys. there just is, the here and now, that's all.anymore would confuse issues.who needs that?

she tells me what to do.I huff and I puff, then I do it;like the well trained husband I be.its all about peace and harmony; that, and am a bit of a coward, and she knows it.

style? what is style?style is what each individualdecides what style should be.style can, and often does,change with each personas.I have no style, and that,friends, neighbors andpoetry executioners,is precisely my personal styleas long as flowers bloomand sunshine's golden rays radiate.

sometimes, just sometimes,things are what they seem.but not to worry overall those times thingsare definitely not seemly,so it would seem whilethinking up dreamy thoughtsin reoccurring dreams.

self-consciousness is an anchor.with all the problemsone encounters in life,one does not need needlessweight dragging them down.